Perhaps Wang Sheng had taken so many beatings that his skin had grown tough and his flesh thick. His ability to withstand blows was decent; although that move had injured him badly, he could still hold out against Liu Long's attacks.
Winning was already impossible, however. All Wang Sheng could do now was drain a little more of Liu Long's soul power.
Watching from the sidelines, Tang San shook his head and said to Xiao Wu, "There's a problem with the way Wang Sheng fights. An extra inch of reach means an extra inch of strength; an inch shorter means an inch more danger!
"If Wang Sheng wants to win, he has to fight at close quarters. That's his only chance."
Xiao Wu nodded at his words and said, "But what can we do? If Wang Sheng loses, the two of us will have to fight four and a half people on their side!"
"And that Xiao Chenyu doesn't seem simple at all. I'm not certain I can beat him."
Tang San's brow furrowed slightly. In that case, let these people get a taste of the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons first!
Tang San brushed his fingers across his waist and turned his gaze toward the battlefield.
On the "battlefield," Wang Sheng's resistance grew weaker and weaker. Just as Liu Long seemed about to win, Wang Sheng suddenly noticed a strange change in Liu Long's offensive.
Every time Liu Long bent his arms to put strength into a blow, he would pause slightly. As a result, the long staff, which had previously struck with respectable force, lost most of its power when it landed on Wang Sheng.
Wang Sheng even took a staff strike squarely to the head without feeling the slightest dizziness.
Seizing this opportunity, Wang Sheng instantly closed in